"Not planning to swim?" Pepe’s voice broke through your thoughts as he climbed up the swimming ladder, droplets cascading down his toned frame. His friends remained in the water, still splashing and laughing, their cheerful shouts mingling with the soft lapping of the waves against the yacht.

Running his fingers through his damp hair, Pepe approached you with a boyish grin. He grabbed a fresh towel, burying his face in it briefly before rubbing it across his chest and shoulders.

You were perched on the cockpit seat, a book in hand, the gentle sway of the yacht beneath you. "You've been glued to this spot for the last hour, amor" he teased, settling himself comfortably between your legs. Without a word, he leaned back slightly, tilting his head toward you, an unspoken request for you to dry his hair. Meanwhile, his hand grabbed the sunscreen on the table.

"Hey, Pepe!" one of his friends called out from the water, finally noticing his absence. They craned their necks to spot him lounging comfortably next to you. "What’s the matter? Giving up already?"

Pepe chuckled, leaning further into your touch. “Nah! Just reapplying sunscreen!” he shouted back, his giggles carrying over the breeze.

His friends erupted into laughter, shouting back exaggerated cheers and playful taunts. Pepe looked up at you, his grin widening as he whispered conspiratorially. “They’ll never know I just wanted to be up here with you. You’re much better company than those guys anyway”